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ˋˏ ༻☘️ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ🖤༺ ˎˊ

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"You better get that new story read over Ranpo-" a blond spoke, pushing his glasses up onto his nose; shooting daggers from his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I'll get it done, can I leave now? It's past 12-" the detective groaned, crossing his arms towards his collages.

"Sure, but get here tomorrow with the papers." The blond sighed, turning from the detective, walking towards another stack of papers.

The blackette walked out of the Agency, clicking his phone on, seeing the millions of messages and phone calls from the poet. Ranpo sighed to himself, walking towards their now shared apartment, scrolling through the multiple messages displaying on the screen of his device.

He ran as fast as he could back home, locking his phone off, stuffing it into his pocket; multiple times the chance of it falling out.

The detective took out his keys, opening the door and shutting it behind himself. "Poe?" He asked around, dropping his keys onto the table top next to the small couch, his hat falling off his head.

He walked up the flight of tight spaced stairs, the poets door open wide, a room filled with papers and books, pens and ink sprayed everywhere. The poet had his head resting on the desk, swaying from his sides.

"Edgar? You okay?" He asked, a frown resting on his lips. He moved towards the supposedly asleep poet, but he reacted to the sound, sitting up and turning towards the detective.

"You came home late-" the poet sighed, gathering the randomly seemingly thrown items around his desk.

"Yeah I had some work I forgot to do.." the detective defeatedly chuckled to himself, leaning over the desk and looking into the poets eyes. He frowned, his dark bags seeping down his face, sucking out all the soul in the tired brunette. "You aren't tired?"

"I was having trouble sleeping..."

"Did you at least try?"

"I wanted to sleep when you got here."

"Why?" The detective asked, feeling confused onto the reasoning behind why the poet waited for the arrival of the blackette.

"I can only sleep when I know your safe," he started, his hand going behind his head, averting his eyes. "and because I can't sleep without hugging someone-"

The detective smiled softly, back hugging the poet over the chair he'd been sitting onto, his heart fluttering. "I didn't know you were such a softy~" he chuckled to himself, kissing the top of the poets ruffled hair.

The poet smiled softly, blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, resting comfortably in the detectives arms. "I missed you."

"I did too~" he smiled, curving around the poet like a snake, kissing his cheek softly. He looked down at the brunette's desk, crumpled papers resting on the top of it. "What are you writing?" He asked, quite interested into the mind of the poet.

"I didn't have motivation, I cant think of anything to be honest..." he spoke truthfully, a sigh of defeat escaping his chipped lips, being bit from stress.